His mother asked the doctor, "Is this my son,
with wool as black as thunderclouds on the horizon?
His hanging horns will offend ‘most everyone,
like and Atheist in a cloister of pious nuns.
This black sheep makes such little sense to me
with my proud and clean and pure white family."

The black sheep awakens alone again feeling lifeless and crammed.
He shouts, "God if you're real I swear I'll build a goddamn God Dam!
My walk is as hard as George Washington's teeth."
He stares in his mirror fearing the monster that lurks beneath.
Each waking breath brings a building pressure within with no relief.

He was finally found in the big smug city
by the Drum-headed Girl, agreeing that life is shitty.
"Our kind takes and tears down what we don't understand.
We all fear the unknown, so take my hand.
I'll be the one to file down your heavy horns."

The black sheep awakens with hope feeling alive and said,
"God I don't care if you're real, and I don't care if you're dead!
My walk is as hard as George Washington's teeth."
Feeling warm and safe in the skin lying underneath.
Life is as delicate as the flickering flame of a candle in a windstorm.

We will run down to the dock with a huff and a hurry
to escape the judge, escape the jury.
We'll steal a sailboat light but sturdy,
and turn You into We without any worry.
It's just you and me and the Question Mark Sea.